


Mystic Messenger Songfics and One Shots.

by KaliTheFangirl



Category: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
Genre: F/F, F/M, Friendship, Romance, songfics
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-01-06
Updated: 2017-01-08
Packaged: 2018-09-15 06:30:30
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 5
Words: 4,384
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9223202
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/KaliTheFangirl/pseuds/KaliTheFangirl
Summary: One shots inspired (mainly) by songs. Different genres of music.Not all are romance, some friendship stuff.They vary in length.Some are semi-crack fics,I write these when I can't sleep.





	1. Crayon (Jaehee & Reader)

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> You and Jaehee have a sleepover!  
> Cuz y'all are besties.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> It's a K-Pop song, 
> 
> Crayon- G Dragon.

You groaned at the sound of an alarm. You groggily sat up and stretched.  
There was a weird taste in your mouth and a cold, sticky substance on your face. 

"Where is that damned noise coming from?!"  
Jaehee, annoyed, sat up quickly.  
Seeing as that only worsened the throbbing in her skull she rolled over to the source of the noise, her phone.  
Looking at the screen she yelped and wobbled up in a panic. 

She turned her terrified look to you,  
"The meeting is in one hour, it takes 20 minutes to get there from here!"

Your eyes widened. 

"You shower first, I'll try to clean up."  
She added, throwing you a towel. 

You both quickly got ready despite your headaches.  
***

"How was the sleepover?" Zen greeted, flashing you both a charming smile. 

"We made a bet. Turns out Jaehee can really hold her liquor." 

Zen looked at you surprised.  
"You can out drink me... that means Jaehee and you..."

"Are hungover! To a meeting! OooOoo. Yoosung, see, don't get turnt. It's bad."  
Seven said knowingly. 

V walked over to the small group that had gathered around you and Jaehee.  
"Let's start!"

"Assistant Kang, I assume you finished adding the essential details to my presentation?"  
Jaehee suppressed a groan and quietly answered yes. 

The R.F.A sat in the C&R conference room discussing future plans.  
Jaehee plugged in her laptop, pulled up the presentation and sat down next to you. Once the lights were off you both struggled not to fall asleep behind your dark glasses. 

***

"And that seems to be it."  
Jumin concluded. There was a round of applause and the lights were switched back on. Before Jumin could fully close the laptop, Seven spoke up.  
"Jumin wait, there's an extra slide."

Confused, Jumin pulled the laptop open again.  
He clicked on the extra slide and a video started playing. 

You and Jaehee were wearing colorful pjs and little party hats. You were both perfectly still, it could have been a picture except you went up to the camera and asked,  
"Why so serious?"

There was a moment of short silence before the upbeat chorus of 'Crayon' by G-Dragon began blaring. 

"Get your Cray-on  
Get your Cray-on  
Get your Cray, Get your Cray-On."

The lights were off, there was a black light on and you both were dancing to the rest of the chorus.  
Jaehee then suddenly started GD's rap flawlessly while you ate s'mores in the background. 

The video abruptly stopped as Jaehee shut her laptop. 

.  
.  
.  
"Jaehee, you really did get your Cray-on." 

Seven received a glare from behind her dark sunglasses. Even you could feel it. 

"lol Jaehee, why so serious?"


	2. Barbie Girl (Jumin/Reader)

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> You are at Jumin's taking care of Elly, your day is off to a wonderful start.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Barbie Girl- Aqua  
> Ahhh this takes me back~ 
> 
> lol Did you know the band got sued by Mattel?

"I am a Barbie girl in a Barbie world  
Life in plastic, it's fantastic  
You can brush my hair,  
Undress me everywhere.  
Imagination, life is your creation" 

You sing as you finished brushing your towel dried hair. Feeling satisfied, you twirled your way to the kitchen. 

Jumin's pent house was so...  
Jumin-y.  
But in your mood, it was an elegant ballroom.

Seeing an adorable ball of white floof approaching, you swooped her up and continued singing.  
"I'm a blonde single girl in a fantasy world.  
Dress me up, make the time.  
I'm your dolly."

Once in the kitchen, You filled Elly's bowl and thought on your own predicament.  
You could call the chef over... but that would take time and you didn't want to bother him. 

Looking at the pantry you knew it wouldn't be anything fancy, you were feeling lazy and not too experienced a cook anyway.

You could make pancakes...  
Pancakes were lunch food despite what Jumin said. 

Pancakes it was! 

"You can touch, you can play  
If you say, I'm always yours."  
You sang as you started the mix.

You danced and sang as the stack of pancakes grew.  
You were singing loudly and off key, too busy enjoying yourself to care. 

Finally content with the amount of pancakes, you headed to the dining table. 

Your day had gone wonderfully, pancakes only adding to joy you felt.  
Dancing your way to the table and singing to your plate you had failed to notice Jumin's pair of amused eyes on you. 

That is, until his deep voice interrupted,

"Come on Barbie, lets go party."

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> {Cue scream, plate shattering, sad floor pancakes} 
> 
> :(


	3. 'A Little Less' From Under The Cork Tree (Seven/Reader)

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> You and your best friend Seven (you only call him that cuz he's a 'secret agent' ok suuure lol) have always argued over who is the best at old video games. He's good but you obviously are the master of Mario games.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> It mentions like 3 songs from Fall Out Boy's From Under The Cork Tree album. 
> 
> But the main song I use here is 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More 'Touch Me''

You huffed at the device that demanded you answer in Arabic.  
You responded easily and let yourself in when the door opened. 

Seven was only mere inches from the door, frozen in surprise.  
"I was gonna open the door for you. How did you get in?" 

"She speaks Arabic!" Saeran shouted from his spot on the couch. 

He must have felt the curious glances because he added,  
"I was watching the CCTV." 

Seven's attention snapped back to you.  
"Impressive. Anyway, please do come on in." 

You curtsied and walked past him to Saeran on the couch. 

He gave you a nod of acknowledgment. Instead of returning to his show he got up.  
"I'm going to my room. I know you guys are competing or whatever. 

You smiled at him and waved as he left for his room.  
Seven sat diagonally on the couch, his sock covered feet in your lap.  
He tossed you a Wii remote,  
"We shall finally see who is the best."

Excitement shot through you almost like an electric shock. Seven was big on skinship, his feet on you shouldn't have any effect. Yet it did. That and the fact that you felt sure you were gonna win. No matter the course, no matter the console, you had mastered Mario Kart.

Match after match you both argued. You then settled on an agreement, best out of 13. 

On the N64.

Shaking on it, you both put on your game face. 

It was at 6 wins each.  
The last course was Rainbow Road.

You were almost there, you had just finished the second lap in first place. He was fourth. 

You smiled at him,  
"Looks like you're gonna hand over the keys to the Murciélago." 

"That banana peel says otherwise."

You turned back to the screen just in time to narrowly avoid it.  
"HA!" 

"HA THIS!" Seven had gotten the triple mushrooms and was quickly catching up.  
He had only used two when he was right behind you.  
You were almost at the finish line, if he used the mushroom on one of the courses boots you could win. 

There was the boost, come on! 

Seven did in fact use the last mushroom right before it, but he had bumped into you. 

You were at the edge. 

You fell off the course. 

Your jaw dropped.

Seven's smile grew as he crossed the finish line.

"YES! I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD WORK BUT IT DIIIIIID!" He got up and did a little victory dance. Dabbing included.

"Well, you shook on it. So, cake time!"

You pouted and collapsed backwards onto the couch. 

"My dearest personal pastry chef, my first wish is a triple layer Honey Buddha Chips cake."

You sat up with a frown.  
"That sounds gross."

"I don't pay you to give opinions."

"I just started.  
And you're not even gonna pay me!"

"The perks of winning a bet!"  
***

It was impossible to stay mad at Seven.  
He was funny. And handsome.  
And he kept feeding you junk food. 

You were currently buttering up the cake pans, you would ask him to do it but he would put to much.  
That's how people die. 

You were slowly pouring the batter into the pans when Saeran started playing music and made his way to the kitchen where you two were.

You gave a small laugh when you realized it was the  
'From Under The Cork Tree' album by Fall Out Boy. 

Of course Saeran listened to Emo music from the 2000's.

The familiar drum beat of  
'Dance Dance' came on and nostalgia hit you like a ton of bricks. 

Before you could get upset, the lyrics spilled from your lips, surprising Saeran, Seven and even yourself. 

You shrugged and got into it. 

As you were putting the pans in the oven and setting the timer  
'Sugar We're Going Down' started. 

This one is like the epitome of emo. 

"Is this more than you bargained for yet? Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet," 

You were singing with such passion. 

"Wishing to be the friction in your jeans," you sang at Seven who happened to be next to you,  
realizing what you just said you quickly turned around, hiding your embarrassed blush, pretending to be occupied. 

You were gonna shut up now.  
*** 

Saeran raised his eyebrows at me and motioned at her. 

My face was already red. 

She wanted to be the friction in my jeans. 

That's what she said. 

Or at least sang. 

She was just singing, don't get excited.

Saeran gave me the tiniest of smiles and walked away. 

As soon as the song finished the beginning rift to 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'' came on instead of 'Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner' 

Saeran walked back into the kitchen with a blank face and shrugged.  
"I like this song."

I tilted my head and analyzed him. 

"... and I forgot to grab a snack."  
***

Once you had gotten over your initial embarrassment you walked out of the kitchen.  
"I confess, I messed up.  
Dropping 'I'm sorry'  
Like your still around."

Either the album skipped like 6 songs or you were in your own world hating yourself for way longer than you thought. 

Regardless, you hummed as you cleaned the messy kitchen area.  
***

"So say, what are you waiting for?  
kiss her, kiss her"  
Saeran sang. 

This part particularly louder than the rest.

Saeran quickly glanced at his brother, the kitchen, then back to his phone.

Seven got the hint. 

He nodded and stood up from the couch, determined.  
화 이 팅!  
*** 

The song had finished just as you were about to leave. You checked the timer as you made your way out.  
Seven walked into the kitchen.  
There was a glint in his eye.  
You weren't gonna question it. 

He walked right in front of you,  
"You know, you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with,  
I'm just a boy using too many chances" 

You looked at him, confused.  
The song was over.  
What's he getting at?  
Was he actually talking about you???  
What chances? 

You looked up to see him swallow hard and meet your eyes. 

Was he trying to...? No.  
Don't read to much into it. He probably came to bother you about cake. 

But why was he singing? 

You shook your head clear of What If's and smiled at him,  
"Heya hi hi" 

He responded with a small laugh and a smile you've never seen. 

It was beautiful. 

His lips looked so perfect and soft.  
His teeth were brilliant, almost blinding.  
His eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses.  
There was emotion to the smile.  
It wasn't the usual giddy one he gave when either of you made a terrible joke,  
Or the proud-happy one he gave Saeran when he thought no one saw. 

It was mesmerizing. 

You felt your heart beat pick up,  
it was thumping loudly in your ears. 

You seemed to forget to breathe because the moment was broken by your sharp intake of air. 

He looked like he was gonna laugh. 

This was embarrassing, 

not only did you stare at him for like 5 minutes but you breathed in really loud like some sort of awkward Fangirl hyperventilating. 

You instinctually looked down and stepped carefully past him. 

How are you gonna explain this?! 

"Uh, WAIT"  
You flinched at the sudden booming voice. 

He scratched his neck and stuttered,  
"So-Sorry. I didn't mean to shout. I just. Uh. I-I-I Um..."  
He paused, staring off for about two seconds before glancing at you and pulling you to him. 

His hands gently gripped your waist and brought you chest to chest with him. He wasted no time at all and pressed his lips smoothly on yours. 

His lips moved expertly against yours,  
you hadn't realized you responded. Probably the excitement coursing through you.  
You had wanted this for the longest and it felt better than you could have ever imagined.  
His lips were soft, they knew the precise pattern that increased the tingling all over.  
It felt like he was about to pull away but this was a once in a life time opportunity!  
Your hands made their way up to hold his face and tangle in his hair. 

It must have been the right thing to do because he tilted his head so his glasses weren't bothering you.  
His grip on you tightened and he held you closer. 

"The song says 'Kiss Her' not  
'Make Out With Her In The Kitchen Where Your Innocent Twin Brother Can See Everything." 

Seven smiled and pulled away slightly to answer, "True, but that's definitely a title worth a Fall Out Boy song." 

He turned back to you and dipped you in one elegant movement,  
"Besides, I've been dying to do this since forever, I'll take whatever chance to make out with her I can get."


	4. Hellcat Spangled Shalalala (Zen/Reader)

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Zen is a work of art.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hellcat Spangled Shalalala-   
> Arctic Monkeys 
> 
> It was mainly the feel I got from the song at 4am that inspired this.

You could feel the sun, orange behind your closed eyelids.   
Every part of exposed skin warmed by the golden light. 

There was a nice breeze every so often,   
the smell of freshly cut grass and sunscreen, silence that wasn't eerie.   
It was wonderful. 

Sitting up from your relaxed, sun bathing position you stretched. 

You slowly made your way to the pool.   
Sitting on the edge, feet in, fingers gripping the edge at your sides.  
You peered over. Scrutinizing. 

The comforting smell of the chlorine made you feel clean, sanitized. 

Small ripples broke the clear, sun streaked, opalescent surface as you moved your feet in small circles. 

You stared at your feet in the water, they looked so pale.

You were startled awake from your inspection by the loud sound of something heavy making contact with the water.   
The cold water was a sharp contrast to the warmth you previously felt.   
You flinched as it fell over you. 

Crimson eyes peered at you from under the surface, your smile widening as they inched closer. 

His face rose from the water.   
Water droplets slid off the even, unblemished, smooth skin of his forehead down his stunningly sculpted nose.   
His hair was an iridescent pearl, the sun's reflection struggled to settle on just one hue. 

"Hey there beautiful, come here often?"

You gave him your best attempt at a flirty smile,   
"Only when my boyfriend has a photo shoot. He doesn't like it strangers talk to me. He gets super jealous and over protective." 

The corner of his lips lifted elegantly, stifling a smile.  
"I can see why. I bet he's scared that anyone can just come along and steal your heart."   
He stood up now, the water reaching his a little under his shoulders. 

"Mmmm no. I love him and only him. Don't tell him I said that, he'll never let me live it down." 

You felt the vibrations of his chuckle as he came in contact with you.   
His arms came to up to caress your face, his only a few inches away.   
You didn't mind the coldness of his hands, it was refreshing. 

You leaned downward, your fingers tightening their grip on the edge to not fall.   
His lips fitting against yours snugly.   
They felt so right on yours.   
The feeling in your stomach intensified, the butterflies never really left when you were with him. 

It was short kiss but, nothing short of amazing.   
***

After the photo shoot you both went home, changed and got ready.   
A small group of your friends had planned a bonfire, you loved bonfires. 

Once you arrived, you spread the largest towel on the sand near the fire pit and settled. 

The evening had gone quickly, there was plenty to do at the beach. Especially with your choice of friends. 

The sky went from vibrant sunny peach streaks to a starry night. 

You sat on your towel admiring the brilliant bright specs in the night sky. 

The sky was like a blanket, a darkness that embraced you, a deep indigo and dark charcoal decorated with little diamonds.   
There was the pleasant sound of the firewood crackling, Yoosung's bickering, the crinkling of tinfoil and V's camera clicking away.  
You took a deep breath, inhaling the distinct scent that only Zen had, the smell of roasted marshmallows and sweet potatoes also lingered.   
You giggled, Koreans and their love of fire roasted sweet potatoes.   
You had seen it on variety shows and K-Dramas, not really seeing it as an actual thing to go out of your way and do, yet here it was.   
You giggled a little louder when you thought of the 'have you eaten' questions and how irrelevant and unnecessary it had once seemed. 

Look at you now. 

You could feel your smile grow.   
You loved everything in this moment. 

You felt the pair of arms around you tighten and a chin rest on your shoulder.   
"What are you giggling at 자 기?" 

You looked away from nature's masterpiece over to him. 

Your noses bumped and your eyes met. 

"I'm just thinking about how... unexpected... it was that my life would turn out to be like a K-Drama." 

He lifted his head from your shoulder, his eyes searching for something in yours. 

"That's why you were giggling?" 

You nodded, "Yes. I never expected to one day sit and eat fire roasted sweet potatoes. Or be constantly asked if I've eaten. Or actually be part of a scandal." 

He hummed in response. 

You leaned back on his chest again and observed the stars.   
"But despite the scandal and what we went through, I wouldn't trade this for anything. This is my happy ending." 

He looked down at you, meeting your fleeting gaze, and gave you a charming smile. 

He was breathtaking.   
Absolutely amazing in every way. 

His unusual hair was like snow that cascaded sleekly down his back.

His eyes were such an intriguing color. When you were younger you were terrified of red eyes, now it seemed you couldn't ever look away. They held a sort of comforting feeling for you.   
They made you feel at home. 

His skin was dazzling. Brilliant. Pale.   
It had the softest, smoothest texture and it felt like silk against yours. 

He was the most gentlemanly person you'd ever met, chivalrous yet flirty.  
He looked after you with such care, he would put your safety first.   
He had so many special talents, his singing was spectacular, his acting was phenomenal, and he was always modeling (he called it being a normal human.)

He was nature's true masterpiece. 

He was beautiful. In every way possible.

And you were lucky. 

You were thankful each and everyday that someone who gave you never ending butterflies could love you like he did. 

You felt tears well up.   
You felt him tense up. 

Carefully wiping your tears, he leaned closer to you and chuckled.   
"You were just talking and kinda trailed off and stared into space. What suddenly made you cry? Are you ok?"

You sniffled but nodded.   
"You're so perfect." 

He blushed and gave a small laugh.   
"I know I always say that but hearing you say it, as you're in tears, makes me sincerely doubt that." 

"You are. In each and every way.   
And despite all the bad you had to face,  
you're bursting with life and light." You sniffled lightly, smiling a little and adding. "It makes me want to blow the bonfire out, just to see if you glow in the dark."


	5. Saeran Choi's Day Off (Saeran/Reader)

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Saeran likes nice cars.  
> And maybe he's been (forced into) watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Never Gonna Give You Up-  
> Rick Astley 
> 
> yaaaaaaassss

"No."

"Ugh come on! Think how fun it'll be!"

"Mmmm... No."

You pouted. You were running out of good arguments to convince Saeran with. Not that it mattered, he refused. 

"Boo you whore." You quoted, sticking your tongue out as you left his room...

Only to come back immediately and plop on his bed with an exasperated sigh. 

You laid face first on the bed, therefore failing to see his small grin. 

"Don't fall asleep again.  
This time I will push you off."

"Ever the gentleman. And I won't.  
Cuz I'll die of boredom." 

You were busy thinking of ways to drag him out of the room and do something.  
You had suggested video games, board games, doing each other's hair, playing dress up, truth or dare, taking shots and so much other stuff but he said no to all of them. 

"I'm gonna get piss drunk and sing karaoke." 

"Do it."

"Oh come ooooon!" 

"No."

"What the fuck are you even doing that's more entertaining than anything I've mentioned?"

"Hacking into my brother's personal stuff for blackmail."

"Saeyoung is shameless. There's no such thing as blackmail with him.  
You know, once I asked him for nudes as a joke and he sent me bible verses for 2 weeks."

"How is that relevant?"

"It's not. But I did receive a picture of him in a slutty Nun costume sooo. Win.  
Anyway, wanna make a bet?"

He gave you an unamused look and sighed. Spinning from his desk, he turned to you.  
"Ok."

"Oh wow I didn't think... ok then!  
Hmmm. I bet I can find blackmail material on Saeyoung." 

He scoffed,  
"If I can't find anything, you sure aren't. But ok, I accept."

"OooOooo. Ok! If I win you have to do something with me. If I wanna drink and sing, we gonna drink and sing. Or if I wanna dress you up, I get to." 

He bit his lip to keep from laughing.  
"Sure. If you lose you have to help me prank V and Jumin." 

Your eyes widened.  
"Why would you do that! Poor bby V, he's so nice. And Jumin is clueless, he won't know what's going on." 

He smiled triumphantly.  
"Accept my conditions or drink alone."

You narrowed your eyes but extended your hand. "I accept."

He wasn't big on touching but he shook your hand.  
You smiled innocently. 

"Why do you want to blackmail him?"

"I want to drive the 250 GT Spyder California SWB." 

"Lmaoooooo ok. Even with really good blackmail material, I doubt he'll let you drive it."

"Ok I just want to sit in it. If I tell him I want to drive it, chances of me actually being in the car increase because he'll say no to that but yes to just sitting." 

You shot him an incredulous look.  
You shrugged.  
"Alright, if that doesn't work out though, it's not my fault."  
***

You had asked Saeran to step outside, you locked him out of the room just in case.  
He was standing a foot away from the door and began to pace.  
There was no way you would,  
he thought.  
(More like tried to convince himself.)  
But what if you did?  
He pressed his ear against the door.  
There was the sound of furious typing.  
What the hell were you doing in there?!  
You had been there for 15 minutes and it made him nervous.

It got suddenly quiet.  
He tried to peer under the door but it was yanked open. 

You looked at Saeran, hands settling on your hips. "What did I say?"

"Get out?"

You rolled your eyes but gave him the biggest smile you could muster. 

He looked scared. 

"Here." 

You handed him a floppy disk.

He stared at it, analyzing, turning it over in his hands.  
"Uh this doesn't count. I already know what's on this, he isn't embarrassed of this."

You shook your head knowingly,  
"Saeran my dear, this isn't what you think it is. Although you could use the other floppy disk and threaten to destroy it. But he copied the pictures on so many other private hard drives... anyway, when he gets here, own it!"

Before he could even ask, he heard a car screech to a stop, a car door close and the security system override. 

Saeyoung ran in, panic evident on his features.  
"WHAT DO YOU WANT.  
TAKE EVERYTHING." 

Saeran looked confused. He looked at the floppy disk, then back at you and then Saeyoung. 

"The 250 GT Spyder California SWB."

Saeyoung looked shocked.  
"THERE WERE ONLY 55 OF THOSE EVER MADE, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" 

Saeran swallowed, steeling himself. This whole situation had thrown him for a loop.  
"Yes. If not I'll destroy this." 

Saeyoung's eyebrows furrowed,  
"That's exactly what I want??"

"O-Oh. THEN I WILL PUT IT ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB!" 

"Please. Don't."

"I want to drive it." 

"... ok." 

Saeran almost dropped the disk.  
"Wait really?"

"Yes. But you destroy that." 

Saeran looked at the disk,  
"The keys."

Saeyoung walked off somewhere and returned with the keys.

Saeran held the keys, excitement and adrenaline coursing throughout his body.  
He threw the disk on the floor and stomped it to pieces. 

"Let's go!" He said as he grabbed you hand and ran off. 

As soon as you reached the large parking garage he slowed down.  
He made his way to the convertible slowly. He kept squeezing your hand. 

You had never seen him with such a smile. It made your heart flutter. 

He dropped you hand and turned to you. 

He embraced you gently,  
"Thank you." he whispered.  
(mostly mumbled into your hair but...)

"Don't forget our deaaal!"  
***

Saeran was having the time of his life.  
He had never smiled so much.  
And of course you didn't fail to capture each and every smile on camera. 

You nudged him,  
"Come on you have to sing with me."

He rolled his eyes but joined you. 

"We're no strangers to love  
You know the rules and so do I  
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of  
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling  
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up  
Never gonna let you down  
Never gonna run around and desert you  
Never gonna make you cry  
Never gonna say goodbye  
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you"

You knew he knew the song (cuz you Rickrolled him all the time) but you didn't expect him to know all the lyrics. 

This was awesome.  
Just you two in the most beautiful convertible ever made driving through town with shades on listening to old jams. 

You both won. And it was amazing. 

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> After I wrote it I thought I should have made it Twist & Shout by The Beatles because it's in the movie but...


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